"Cannery Row (below) in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone , a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses. Its inhabitants are, as the man once said, "whores, pimps, gamblers , and sons of bitches, " by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, "Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men," and he would have meant the same thing."
Matt and I share a love for literature. We each spend a fair bit of time reading and talking about what we have read. Our discussions are thought-provoking and imaginative and often times lead to lots of giggles, or long strung out stories and scenarios.
This weekend we decided to take a trip to Monterey, California to see the old stomping grounds of one of my favorite authors, John Steinbeck. We jumped in the car and cruised down the beautiful California coastline feeling just like John and Charley (his black poodle) when they hit the road for the book Travels with Charley.
We didn't listen to the radio or CDs, but rather to each other and to the wind and to the ocean. I read Matt my favorite excerpts from Steinbeck books and he listened intently, occasionally asking me to repeat a sentence or phrase that struck his ear. When I tired of reading we drove in a pleasant quiet, broken when Matt pointed out an interesting tree or made up stories about us getting a farm along the coastline.
Meg,
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy reading your blog. The description of Cannery Row was wonderful, my senses were flooded with the sights, smells, and sounds.
BTW you look very lovely in the picture!
Love you!
Dad